IF I SHOULD HEAR THE CALL AGAIN
The falling leaves surrounding me
remind me of a distant past,
so filled with pain and misery,
with dying friends...and broken hearts.
This endless search for my lost youth,
this never-ending, silent pain,
could I once more heal someone's wounds
if I should her the call again?
I hear them calling me, I see
their faces filled with pain and fear,
and in my hands I see their blood
still warm, in spite of all these years.
A walking wounded I've become,
a prisoner of my own pain,
and my release will only come
if I should hear the call again.